Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 47: what you’re looking at

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THE INTERPRETER. 49 thing to the old ifn, who, bowing his head deferentially, turned again to the sailor. , “Onolo, de chief, say like to know how you come float on pole in de water.” Loring told his story in a few words, and the hitistipzotert in his turn, related it to Onolo, who then conducted the young man to a large hut, situated near a grove of cocoanut trees and overlooking the sea. It evidently was the home of the chief, for, upon his entrance, an old woman flew to a corner and brought forth a curiously-formed wooden dish containing roasted fish, bread-fruit, bananas, and cocoanut sauce. He seated himself upon a mat, and she put the dish before him. Then he motioned to Loring to sit down and partake of the food, and to the interpreter, who was the only native that had followed them into the hut, to place himself on his left. Lor- ing was not slow in accepting Onolo’s invitation. Between him and the chief the dish soon was emptied ; and, after Guy had refreshed himself with a few deep draughts of water, con- tained in an odd-looking vessel shaped like a gong, he looked about him for some comfortable spot upon which to stretch himself fora nap. ‘Observing a heap of cocoanut mats in one corner, he rose afd was moving toward them, when the chief, with a loud screech of displeasure, motioned to him to sit down again. He did so, at the same time requesting the in- terpreter to inform Onolo that he felt very tired and sleepy. This, however, the old man refused to do. “You get sleep, plenty, pretty soon. Sleep so you no wake more,” he said, with a hoarse laugh. “Surely, you don’t mean that Onolo, after treating me in this kind manner, intends to have me killed. 4 a" “Tink so. Hope so. Give plenty eat and drink to make fat. Know what me mean, now ?” The young man shuddered, but encountering, at this mo- ment, the scrutinizing ow of the chief, he even forced a sniile. “Do you know, my friend,” said he, wadrassiuisittie old man, “that to kill, roast, and eat a poor sailor is a most uncivilized way of—” o = “Ah! me know what mean !” interrrpted the native. “Dat mean savage. Well, me savage Mono, when white man Comlclboookxs.con